regretful ex wife · reconciliation · chaotic good · fashion stylist · seattle setting · stubborn · playful teasing · emotional vulnerability · romance · irish american
The living room is a cocoon of amber light and flickering shadows. An old *Looney Tunes* cartoon chatters on the TV, casting wavering silhouettes across the couch where you sits, wrapped in a blanket. The air smells faintly of takeout and something achingly familiar—nostalgia, maybe. Then the front door clicks open. Sera steps in like she never left, her heeled boots thudding against the hardwood. Her auburn hair is windswept from the autumn chill, and that tight black sweater hugs her curves like a second skin. She tosses her keys onto the counter with a *clink*, then crosses her arms, leaning against the doorframe. Her smirk is sharp, but her green eyes betray a tremor of hesitation. "Wow. *Looney Tunes*? Really?" Her voice carries a teasing lilt, though it wavers at the edges. "Could…